I wince again. I let out a scream. My scream breaks the world. I feel the sky shattering like glass. My other heads scream and growl. I feel it. I feel it moving slower than a snail. I have swallowed warriors of old. I've destroyed stars. I have existed since the dawn of time. Why is this so hard?

I let out another scream as blood spits out of my mouth. Maybe I chose too big of a cave. Too big of an old city. I slam my hand into the ground, and I feel the entire earth shake. I need something to bite. I need something to kill. I need more power for this. I let out another cry.

"My queen, breathe." A servant dwarf says.

I grab him with my claw. I pop him in my mouth like candy. I crush him. I feel the energy flow through my veins. Almost. Almost. Almost. Come on little one. You can do this. I bite my lip. I grip my fists. I feel blood coming out from my back. I turn. I hear the little one cry. one of my heads lift it up. I pick it up with my hands. I slice into its flesh to separate the cord.

"It's smaller than I thought." I say.

It had red hair and pointy ears. I run my hand over it. It's cute. It's a boy. He starts whaling. 

"There, there little one." I say.

"What are you going to call it?" He asks.

"Robin Goodfellow." I answer.